Sitting on a neighbor's low fence I allow my feet to dandle from the height as I observe the neighborhood with care. Some group of girls with different locks and colors of locks stroll by, looking rad, they are all in mini outfits and crop tops, make-up faces, and deeply colored lips, they spoke in slang as they rejoice over what I don't know.
I watch them descend the block fading behind the red apartment building. They must be living around for how casual they dressed or maybe people are just used to dressing like that around here.
This country is all new to me, I've been to Russia and Cuba and have lived there, when I lived in America I was only six and I was brought here illegally, I was not born here.
I pick a concrete stone, how can such a stone have so many elements. Why isn't con
